This is a song about "Coke like the 80 s"

From hustler rappers bragging about selling the whitest coke,

When i be speaking they be geekin' like i'm giving bitches dope

My dip gang man, the peeps that'll ride

Hit the coke when you write,

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

Like s b meets the wutang, gotta get that creamery

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Chop his balls off and use his skin to make a baby coat

They dont know what hit em like they been taking coke

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

S on my chest like a superman vest

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend

Uh, the only hope i had was selling dope

Sitting on the bed while they cooking up that coke